Well I'm changin' all my strings I'm gonna write another travellin' song About all the billion highways And the cities at the break of dawn Well I guess
There is a war going on for your mind Media mavens mount surgical strikes From Trapper Keeper collages And online magazine racks Cover girl cutouts throw
It's a perfect day for a little rain The water's cryin' down my windowpane Just like a little girl, the thunder makes me feel afraid The trees are dancing
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When the night has come and the land is dark And the moon is the only light we'll see Well, I won't be afraid, no I won't shed a tear Just as long as
By Myself, I'm Here Alone In Tears, Now Days And Weeks Gone By Still It Feels The Same, I Wonder What Made It Go Wrong Loneliness And Silence And My
He always knows the proper thing to share He makes your blue night seem a holiday He lies in such a fascinating way That's why a woman loves a heel You
For every man there's a woman For every life there's a plan And wise men know it was ever so Since the world began, woman was made for man Where is she
Both: Cry, Cry in shame, shame Cry, Cry in shame yes, yes, yes Etta: you said you didn't wanna love nobody else if you weren't loving me ooh baby, yeah
There's a black cloud over this house That's been around for 3 years now There's a thunderstorm inside and it won't go away No it won't go away That'
For every boy, there's a girl And I know somewhere in this world There must be somebody There must be somebody, for me, for me I pray at night alone
It was a' for our rightfu' King We left fair Scotland's strand; It was a' for our rightfu' King We e'er saw Irish land, my dear, We e'er saw Irish land
Oh, do you let someone Know with your hot cakes are selling well?
There's no light in the hall There's no sound here at all Emptiness, emptiness rules Why'd I wanna come home? You ain't sat in your chair No one calls
It took a bully riding my back to make me mad enough to fight And a summer with my granddad to find out what hard work's like It took that football coach
Whatcha got now, gonna, gonna give up Whatcha got now, gonna, gonna give up Whatcha got now, whatcha got now We keep ourselves a mystery But we provide
Queen for a day, queen for a night Dressed head to toe, so you'd never know it's me, it's me Ribbons and lace, shoes made of glass Rouge on my face,
Quiet please, there's a lady on stage She may not be the latest rage But she's singing and she means it And she deserves a little silence Quiet please